And just as I finally had come to terms with the fact that my bag was gone for good, it came back to me! Call it Karma, good faith or just plain luck, my bag that I thought was a sure goner on Monday was returned to me today!
Once the bank cleared the charge on Kenn's credit card, the medallion number showed up on his statement. My mom then did some heavy 3-1-1 calling and persistently made calls until someone got her in touch with the taxi driver himself who then went out of his way to meet me at Hearst Towers this morning to deliver the bag. $50 and a huge cab driver hug later, I am reunited with my bag and all its sartorial contents. Words of advice: Always remember your receipt, the medallion number is gold.
Don't you just love happy endings?